![]() ![]() Reality, or what we believe is reality, shifts unexpectedly to a different place and time, transforming the novel into a giant Rubik's Cube with all the colors mixed up. ![]() Or maybe it's just how it truly feels, maybe I've got the right taste of it. And Juan Rulfo has the magic hands, this can't be denied.īecause of my slow and fragmented foray into this novel, I tend to think of it as a dream or a hallucinatory sequence, much like one from Twin Peaks, where flashes of light reveal and obscure situations and people. Man oh man, this language is musicality itself! In the right hands, it breaths poetry through every word. But then, the slow pace made me taste mouthfuls of the wonderful sound of Spanish. I felt utterly frustrated at times because I wanted to read quicker and understand what was going on. Apart from my poor understanding of language, the plot was bringing more confusion than I could deal with. I'm not sure I've chosen the right novel to begin with. As I feel like I've earned a prize, I have to thank Linda and Dolors for their support! At the end of a lot of struggling days and a 70-pages document with new words, I've managed to finish my first novel read in Spanish. ![]()
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